"Good to know, my lady." Sigurdur says, rising to tower over her. He turns her on her stomach, drawing her to all fours.
He fills her slowly, gently, though he's aware she can probably take a bit more in the way of strength. He'll let her ask for that, rather than assuming she seeks it outright.
There is a string of curses in Asgardian, before he's fully sheathed in her.
His first thrust is deep and hard, held long enough for Vernique to become accustomed to how they fit together before he continues.
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